The Memphis appeal. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1886-1890, 1887-11-12

oil a martyr Fischer was head and shout
dcrs taller than the other three, making
his occasional looks of too-cvidcnt braNadO
more noticeable than otherwise, and he was
at S,rty disadvantage compared with the
steady GOODNESS OF Spies. The lattcr's CN-
hlbltion of quiet, thorough nerve far sur
passed rs n wonder the dCmcunur Of any of
his comrades The four hurly deputies
standing 10 the rear Of the four condemned
men began without delay to adjust the
ropes, Spies moose being the one first
placed, lie did not appear To regard 1t oI
any moro consequence than new linen
collar
TnE KNOT WAS SLIPPED DOWN
the cord, close against his neck Spies
did not show Il trcmor, but when the same
process was being carried out with Fischer,
he turned and quickly whispered to the bail
i'll some suggestion concerning the rope
fischcr's occasional ardor was quite notice
ably lcsScncd when he felt the hcmpcn
strand, and Engcl hit his under lip hard
when his turn came. Just then DR.. Muir
! ply, young physician standing back OF
Engcl, whispcringly cracked Joke ut En-
gels ear Incredible az it may seem, the
low browed anarchist laughed outright,
another was being fastened ON Parsons by
| his side. But the grotCSquc laugh stopped
in u single instant and Parsons mcckly
as u saint, cast his eyes upward ut the
dangling line above him Before the four
anarchists had an inkling OF what was TO
he done, the white caps were deity slipped
upon their heads and drawn quickly down
| to the nccks, shutting off the view OF each
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does the camera cloth photographers.
August Spies was the first Of the four
| doomed men 10 make use of his wits while
he could. In a tone Of intense bitterness
of spirit, he, the man who wrote
TIIE INFAMOUS REVENGE CIRCULAR,
Missed out between his tightly clcnched
teeth: There will come time when our
silence will be more powerful than the
voices they are strangling to death. "
The last syllable Of Spies concluding
words, hoarsc with suppressed passion,
had not reached an end when Engcl,
raising his voice wildly, cried: "llurrah
| for anarchy
Fischer caught the fire Of the uttcuncc,
and still more loudly exclaimed, "llurrah
for anarchy" adding, This is the hap.
picst moment Of my life There was a
silence like the grave, broken abruptly by
| the slow measured ntonatun oi Parsons,
like white robcd priest before the altar
of sacrifice. Not diving request, but
rather like n command or warming, he
sounded forth: May | be allowed 10
speak?'
Then, with slow cntrcaty, came: "Will
YOU let me speak, sheriff Mntson?'
There was another agunizing pause.
Muiilcd through the shroud broke out in
unnatural hollow accents 'lct the voice
of the people bc heard.
4 crash Of falling house thundccd
through the corridors The slender ropes
werc taut. In full view Of the 200 men in
front were the four white, writing
shrouds. The ropes could bc seen slowly
tightening about the necks; that between
cap aud shroud could be noticed blackcn
ing aud purpling. Nine mortal minuic
passed. Then II was known to u ccriaint.
that not neck had been broken. Tn
four llaymarket murdcrcrs had been liteI
ally throitlcd aud stringled by the law